As regular readers will know, last November our daughter managed to get a bead stuck up her nose. A big, shiny bead that sparkled like a diamond when a flashlight was pointed up her nostril, and made our daughter emit a slight whistle when she breathed.
It still kind of makes me laugh.
In the time since, we’ve noticed that our daughter has a nose fetish – she doesn’t pick her nose, but she does seem to regularly evaluate items to find out if they will fit UP her nose. When she’s come close to actually testing the fit/doesn’t fit theory, we have been able to avoid an incident with a well-timed comment or minor distraction.
Until tonight when, 40 minutes after putting our daughter to bed (and 10 minutes into the Glee finale), she came downstairs in hysterics, telling us she wanted to go to the doctor because she “accidentally got a bead stuck up her nose.”
As I worked on calming her (and her father) down, I started to question whether she actually had a bead up her nose, or if we were being played. Last time we could see the bead, and the right side of her nose was slightly swollen. This time there is no lump, no shine, and no funny sound coming from her nose.
There is a small pile of pony beads on the floor of her bedroom, which is only creating more confusion.
While I’m not convinced she has a bead in her cranium, I’m also not sure she’s “playing” us. My current theory is that she caught herself testing whether the pony bead would fit, then realized what she was about to do and freaked out.
That’s not saying we’re not going to keep an eye on her. But as Dr. Rob told us last time, if it did end up going further up her nose, the chances were that she’d end up swallowing the bead (I was worried she would aspirate it).
Did I mention that I have a meeting tomorrow, so if there is a bead stuck up there, her father is so going to have to deal with it?
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